John just smiled at the offer to share a more secret place with Pam, and nodded once. He could guess what she wanted to use the privacy for.
"I was a barback for a couple weeks before I enlisted. I'll find a way to be useful." He took her arm as it came up and walked beside her, measuring his longer stride to match Pam's pace. "Eric wasn't thilled about the undead army back home either," he chuckled, not terribly conscious of how he refered to the old world. It was where he'd been reborn, after all, and built a very new life. The only one that mattered anymore.
He paused when she explained the other Pam's situation, for a moment looking just like the priest he used to be. He nodded slower and placed his hand over Pam's. "She also didn't have the fun of corrupting me. I must be far less interesting than I was," he added, guessing Pam wouldn't want to dwell on talking about the loss.
"Feeding, yes," he agreed, eyes going back to the path in front of him. "Eric told me about the... fangbangers, but I've only had Tru Blood so far. I'd rather not have to do it again." He had never been a picky eater, but he hadn't needed to even rely on animal blood in the former world, so the contrast was sharp. "Also, I don't know. Whenever you talk about your old world it sounded... complicated. Living among humans in civilization, without being detected. I'd rather not be the one who tipped off our neighborhood."